Teitur
jailhouse gumbo jones
You woke up this morning dreaming of the blues
Heâs sitting in his armchair stumping with his shoes
He knows itâs not the delta or highway 61
Heâs strumming his guitar like heâs far away from home
He thinks of Robert Johnson in 1936
Thatâs the only way he can get his kicks
When the babyâs crying and the moneyâs all run out
Heâs singing for his girl of one paces in the south
They say he was born with his rhythm in his bones
They say that his name is Jailhouse Gumbo Jones
They say that sometimes everybody gots the blues
One thing about clichés is that theyâre always true
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- Story Music
- The Singer
- Poetry And Aeroplanes
- All My Mistakes
- Miscellaneous
- Let The Dog Drive Home
- Modern Troubadours In the Round: Teitur Live (iTunes...
- Stay Under the Stars
- Let the Dog Drive Home (Deluxe Edition)
- Let the Dog Drive Home (Mini Album)
- Nu Collection: Folk (Chill Acoustic Pop & Sweet Songs)
- A Night At the Opera
- The Singer (French Version)
- Catherine the Waitress (Radio Edit)
- Four Songs
- Acoustic Tunes (The Indie Folk Essential Playlist)
- Acoustic Tunes (The Indie Folk Essential Selection)
- Poetry & Aeroplanes
- Ear Snacks, Volume 4
- Sampler